Always Been You

~Dante’s POV~

Both Catalina and my mother were utterly unable to contain their rage. They walked up to Candice and slapped her on both cheeks. Lola’s mother slaps her right cheek, while my mother slaps her left.

“You have no right to call my daughter a bitch.  How on earth did you fall for this thing without manners, Dante? How can a fellow woman open her mouth to call another woman a bitch? Unless you’ve got a cock, because as long as you’ve got a pussy, you are a bitch!” I gasped. I’ve always known she had no filter, but never once thought she would talk like that.

“Catalina!” My mother screamed.

“What, Martha? She just called my daughter a bitch!”

“Our grandchildren are in this house. I’ve never liked you, but I’ve never had the guts to kick you out of this house. But I do right now. Lola is Dante’s wife, and you are a nobody. Why do you keep hovering over my son like a fly? Don’t you have some pride? Get the hell out!” I hate my mother right now, but I have to agree with her on this one. It’s been 4 years and I’ve never shown interest, but she still thinks she has a chance with me. What the fuck does she want from me? I really can’t afford my children to see her here.”

“Dante and I are in love.”

“Look, I have no idea what you want from me, but I’ve never given you a reason to think I want you in my life. The last time I told you that you would regret coming to my house, I wasn’t joking.” I took out my phone to dial a number.

Me: Detective Louise, I just caught an intruder in my house. She drugged all my staff, and I’m not sure what she gave them. I’d also like you to get a restraining order against her.

“Dante, please. Lola is not here. The children need a mother.” With great venom, a voice boomed from the entrance.

“And what gives you the impression that you can mother my children?”

Lola

What exactly is she doing here? Isn’t she supposed to be hiking and possibly fucking her boyfriend? I know that if I bring that up right now, she might leave and we won’t get to solve our issues. If she’s here, it seems she’s ready to talk. I almost lost it when June sent me photos of her kissing that Doctor boyfriend of hers, but there is something that caught my attention and maybe I will not make a fuss about it. The caption of the message, however, made me overlook the kiss. Lola and I lacked trust, but I am not going to repeat history. She didn’t trust me enough to tell me she was pregnant because I was still busy entertaining Candice. This time it’s her with June’s brother. I trust her, even with our differences. I won’t lie, the kiss really knocked me in the guts. I will trust her and wait for her to tell me whatever it is. If she has moved on with him, she will say it to me herself. It burns to see her kissing another man, but I’ve been involved in much more embarrassing situations than that. I just want her to tell me what led her to run away. If we can talk about that, we can discuss our future living arrangements.

“You bitch, you stole Dante from me.” Lola gazed around, evidently looking for her children. When she didn’t see them.

Slap!

She has never been violent in her life. Ever! She has changed. Did the children change her or is she just full of anger? “I am married to Dante. Regardless of the circumstances, I slept with my husband. You don’t get to call me a bitch. You had no intention of marrying him in the first place. How many wealthy guys have you been pursuing while I covered your tracks? Did Dante ever ask you about any of the hookups you had? Do you know why? I was busy being a friend to you and to him. You never loved him; you simply liked being known as Dante Monroe’s girlfriend and the perks that came with it. You didn’t want to be seen with him because you were having too much fun with other men. Did you ever hear anything like that, anywhere, or that I told Dante about your affairs? I was a friend, your friend, and his friend. I became an altruist because of the two of you. As long as I’m still married to Dante, this is my house and I want you out of my house. I was going to let you stay and continue fucking your lover, but you were busy trying to claim my children when I strolled in through that door. Now get out!”

What happened to her? Why is she so full of anger? Is it because of Candice’s claims or something happened on that hiking shit she went on? Did she call me her husband? I had to take a second look at her. She did, and she still wears the wedding ring I gave her on our wedding day. Then what was that kiss about? I turned my gaze to Candice, who used to think Lola was a pushover. There was no sound coming from her. She was speechless, her secrets were out. My mother and her mother both had their mouths open.

“We apologize for arriving late, Mr. Monroe. We were preoccupied with preparing the restraining order you requested.”All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“It’s all right, Louise.”

“Ma’am, you need to sign here. You are not to be seen anywhere near this house, Mr. Monroe’s children, and his wife. If you are ever seen anywhere closer, we have the right to arrest you and charge you with drugging Mr. Monroe’s employees and entering his house even after being warned. Do you have any objections?”

“Not at all, ma’am.”

“Good, now sign here and get out!”

“I might have called the police today because you are a woman. The next time you show your face around me, I will treat you like the animal you are and use force. Trust me, I won’t dither.”

She signed it and walked out with her bags. Since Lola got her, she hasn’t looked at me. I don’t care; now that she’s here, she’ll explain why the fuck she ran away with my kids. I turned to face my mum.

“I thought I told you not to set foot in my house. “Get the hell out!” I yelled.

“Catalina, get out!” I can’t believe Lola is chasing her own mother out.

“Your mother is my guest.”

“I also invited your mum to come over.” Do you have a problem with that?”

“This is my house, woman!”

“Our house, therefore you can’t make decisions alone, I am your wife, remember, Mr. Monroe?”

What is wrong with this woman? I really can’t believe her. Does she want to play wife now? Isn’t it too late for that now? I mean, she was busy kissing that boyfriend of hers a day ago and I’m supposed to be okay that she’s playing wife now?

For the millionth time, I have to tell myself that it’s for the kids. Besides, I can’t afford to be like her, especially since I’m still waiting for answers from her. For the sake of my children, I’ll let it pass.

Wife, my foot. I am going to strip her of that title very soon.